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Then jet the blue tent topple, stars rain down, and god or void appall us till we drown in our own tears: today we start to pay the piper with each breath, yet love knows not of death nor calculus above the simple sum of heart plus heart.
-plath
Thursday, November 06, 2008
/10:14 pm
the essentials are not to be perceived. lets all be airy-fairy.i repeatedly click on the url linking me to you. the gateway to your thoughts is virtual - it is one reality which does not seem to strike me that bad anymore - that i need to be so reliant on a web page full of html just to feel closer to you and your life. thought has never been literally more symbolic than now.
i relate to your emotions through the colours and moods of your icon and almost, just almost, manage to feel what you mask behind those words. smiles and tears, or ambiguities you could not detangle. im not a realist for the written. the prose is a reflection of who you are; it is a part of you, an extension of you; but not essentially, you. your fluid expressions, thoughts and state of mind are mirrors of who you believe you are- your self-perceived reality. do i, or even you, really have the knowledge about yourself? or does it matter, since we really just function on a world of mirrored realities?
i still think i
do know you.
if you had to define your existence, what would it be?
2 had their say | have yours?
